Chapter 21 Time Is a Sharp Weapon

Yun Qingsheng gently opened the door—an elderly woman with white hair lay peacefully on the bed.
He walked over softly, pulled a stool, and sat by Yun Jinxin.
She was old, wrinkled, but her elegance remained.
Gently holding her left hand, he slowly transferred his bio – energy.
Already weak, transferring energy made him pale, cold sweat dripping onto her hand.
He felt her critical condition—organs failing. His energy could ease pain but not save her, unlike Yun Jingzhu (energy deficiency then).
Yun Jinxin seemed to sense it, slowly opening her eyes.
Seeing his familiar face, tears filled her eyes.
“Qingsheng—is it really you?” She tremblingly raised her right hand to touch him.
Yun Qingsheng quickly held her right hand, “Jinxin, it’s me—I’m back.”
“Qingsheng, it’s really you—so good…” Feeling his hand, she burst into tears.
Freeing a hand, she took tissues, wiped her face, and placed her hand on his.
“Jinxin, I’m here.” His gentle tone held deep contentment—finally Catch her hand.
“I knew—knew you’d return.”
“Where’ve you been? I searched everywhere—I missed you so.” She poured out years of longing.
“Actually, I…” Yun Qingsheng told her everything, trusting her completely.
……….
“What are they talking about? It’s been over twenty minutes.” The middle – aged woman checked her watch, anxious—originally ten minutes.
But she didn’t interrupt—her mother loved this man deeply.
Ten more minutes………
“Can’t wait—going in.” She decided to check.
” What are you doing? Let go of my mother!” Opening the door, she saw Yun Jinxin’s tear – stained face and their clasped hands—intimacy.
She rushed in, pulled their hands apart, pushed Yun Qingsheng aside, and shielded her mother.
Hearing the noise, Yun Xinrui rushed in, vase in hand.
Yun Qingsheng, already weak, was startled—fell to the ground.
“Jingzhu, what are you doing? He’s your father!” Yun Jinxin, energized by the bio – energy, shouted. She knew his weakness and moved to help.
“Mom, what did you say?” Yun Jingzhu froze, turning to her mother.
Both mother and daughter were shocked—him as a grandfather? Impossible—he looked younger than her mother.
“Still staring? Help your father up!” Yun Jinxin urged, annoyed.
“Mom, stop joking—he’s too young to be my father.”
“And my father died—abandoned us. He died in my heart long ago.” Yun Jingzhu’s eyes reddened, shouting—first time speaking to her mother like this.
“Nonsense! Apologize—he is your father!” Yun Jinxin, angry, had never scolded her before.
“Jinxin, don’t blame her—give her time. It’s hard to accept.” Yun Qingsheng, seeing the tension, mediated.
“After all, it was my fault back then.” He glanced at Yun Jingzhu, guilty.
“Not your fault—an accident. No one could’ve foreseen it.” Yun Jinxin comforted—trusting him, she believed his story despite its bizarreness.
“Jingzhu, I know you can’t accept it now—but it’s true. Else, why do you, 56, look thirty? Why no illness for decades?”
Yun Jinxin spoke gently—Yun Jingzhu’s youth and health came from Yun Qingsheng’s bio – energy as an infant (from his world’s genetic experiments).
Yun Qingsheng didn’t refute—agreeing it might have altered her genes.
Since he lived long, Yun Jingzhu, with his energy, aged slowly—if not immortal, at least youthful.
Yun Jingzhu was stunned—never thought about it, assuming good genes and care.
Now, it made sense—her mother, in her 50s, looked old, but she, in her 50s, looked 30, never sick.
If he was her father, his youth was possible.
Terrified—she knew an 80 – year – old looking 40 meant something.
Was her father ordinary?
“Qingsheng, look at my granddaughter—Yun Xinrui, adopted by Jingzhu.” Yun Jinxin, shifting 话题,mentioned her granddaughter as Yun Jingzhu stayed confused.
Yun Qingsheng glanced at Xinrui, silent.
Yun Jinxin also said nothing.
Yun Xinrui was stunned—overwhelmed by information.
If true, her mother’s youth and health were explained.
The room fell silent………
“They look alike, don’t they?” After a while, Yun Jinxin broke the silence.